Prologue – A Glimpse of the Future
It was dark, and nearing dawn, he had to hurry, else there'd be no hope left. His feet pounded against the grass, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he put on a last burst of speed in desperation.
He reached the chamber and rushed inside. There was no pool of water covering the sand, and no one was there.
"By the goddesses-!" He cursed and ran out the other entrance, dashing towards the town, as the sky lightened. He could see the mayor's building, and the tiered steps where the band used to play, would play. People were standing, sitting, paralysed, pointing towards the freshwater sea in the west, as the sun's rays sliced through the sky.
"Link!" a voice yelled as he reached them. "Link!"
More voices joined in, until the entire town was screaming at him, screaming why didn't he save them, why why why?! A young man and woman forced their way through the crowd, and stood on either side of him, their glares keeping the roiling crowd at a safe distance.
"Goddesses!" someone shrieked, as they raised an arm to point west.
A blue wall of water, captivatingly beautiful as it sparkled in the sun, reared up over the town, over the entire plain, it would even reach the caves and cliffs in the east.
The crowd scattered, as if they thought they could outrun the flood, but he just stood there, as the blue rushed towards him, obliterating everything in its path.
1, 2, 3…
It hit, and for a moment all he could see was sapphire light, all he could hear was the water and his pulse in his ears, all he could feel was the merciless current tugging at his clothes and limbs, begging him to surrender to the flood.
He stood there for a moment, against the current, feet firmly planted on the sand, his lungs full of water. It felt like someone was holding him, consoling him, as the strength started to leave his body, but he had to save this world. Save another world.
Slowly he pulled the ocarina from his tunic, and held it, hesitating, before pressing it to his lips.
Even with water flowing through the instrument the Song of Time still managed to sound, the melody slightly distorted by the water. He clenched his eyes shut at the sound, and his eyes burned with tears, but how do you cry underwater?
As the last note faded and the darkness waited on the edge of his mind, to take him back to the start, a tear managed to fall, and it floated away on the tide, a tear of solid gold.
Warning: Giant author's note ahead!
Alright, first off: the only reason I'm uploading the prologue is to remind me that this story exists and I shouldn't leave it to gather dust and die. So, if you like this I hope patience is one of your virtues because you may have to wait a decade.
This story is set after Majora's Mask and uses the same cycle system, with a few twists, and is horribly cliché. The Link is the same one from It Was Only Tomorrow, though you don't need to read that. Future chapters will contain coarse language, blood, violence, and maybe some innuendo...
I haven't figured out the world, the characters, the name, or the plot completely, as I quite literally dreamed this up (well, partially. I just have to figure out what went on between the pieces I have), and I have roughly five thousand words at the time this was published. I plan to write this out completely before I begin to publish new chapters.
Anyway, I hope I manage to finish this and with a bit of luck it won't take ten years.